FROM HER DROP DEAD MAN, @undedfuck
FROM HER DROP DEAD MAN, @undedfuck
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we knew he’d pretty much wipe the board dude, cy just be like that
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Holly has had a long time to figure his face out. She didn’t recognize him from the news, no… she recognized him from the last time this happened. She recognized him from that time he robbed a bank and took HER hostage three years ago. That’s a face she’d never forget. The cigarette, the fake name, all of it.
The girl doesn’t mind being tied up, but not like this. God damn, buy her a drink first Jimmy- at least throw her a hundie for her fucking troubles and having to deal with your ass a SECOND time. She shifts under the uncomfortableness of the restraints, and eyes bore into him as he paces.
He wasn’t sorry last time either. He had just recognized that he was culpable about the whole damn thing. She remembers what Nick had said about it all too, how he’d make him sorry about it. But for some reason, even though they’re both criminal figures, Jimmy was a hard man to get ahold of. Nickolas was angry about that.
The tape is being ripped off, and she twinges under the pain. She rubs a cheek against her shoulder, knees pressed together in an attempt to keep herself decent. Holly straights and takes a deep breath in before letting it all out.
“ Dude, this is the second time you’ve done this to me. “ And truth be told, she had trauma over the last one. She couldn’t step foot in a bank for two years afterwards. This time, she isn’t surprised. But she’s still scared he won’t let her go home this round.
“ THE SECOND TIME !! Do you not have anythin' better to do than kidnap me ?? “
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Heat was on. They'd closed the bridges. He was trapped. Cornered animal. He had a moment to reflect on his situation, as he listened to empty dial-tone. He straightened up, ass left the trunk, and he looked at it, opened the trunk, beep beep.
Direct eye-contact. Five or six wraps of duct-tape over her mouth, all that noise, hard to think. He didn't say he was sorry this time. Didn't say much of nothing.
His eyes changed, looked away, someone had answered, garbled sound of a male voice on the other end of the phone, "I'm in Myrtle beach, scraping the rust off the frogs," Jimmy said, abruptly, "where the fuck do you think I am?"
Turned his back to her. Taking hostages was always a last ditch. It was their world, on the upside, and his world, on the underneath. He could do whatever he wanted in the night, but in the day? With all those eyes? He was already all over the news. Already a wanted man. The bridges were closed. No way out.
"Yeah. I still got her." Another pause. "I don't want to." Violent silent, "because I don't want to!" Growled, then barked, down the phone, "just a girl. Didn't mean to get her wrapped up in this." And he's listed his mistakes. Read the riot act. He turns to face her again. Crouched by the garage door, eyeing her, "I know." And again, "I know." Can't do nothing with the bridges fucked. "I know."
He hung up. He stood up. He approached her. "I'm going to take the tape off. You scream, I kill you. Nod if you understand." Doesn't really wait for confirmation, rips the tape off, and braced himself for what he might have to do, clenched fist, about ready to shut her up regardless. Boy was twitchy.